The tool man is being targeted by the hero [Quick time travel]

There was silence in the windless woods, and no one made a sound, but all the dwarves touched the weapons behind them, and their eyes changed.

As if an unspeakable secret had been discovered, no matter how timid and timid the dwarves were before, now they seemed desperate, as if they wanted to fight them to the death.

"How...how did you find out?" Aite took out the crossbow and pointed it at Luther. Everyone raised the crossbow, their eyes were full of sharp edges, and they were completely different from just now.

If you were just a group of timid mice a moment ago, now you are a cheetah ready to pounce.

It seems that their pretentious sneak attack before was purely to lure people into the hole for the Queen of Rats, and now they are really going to make a move.

Luther didn't panic at all, he handed Angus to Huawen for support, and turned to face the dwarves leisurely: "You have been here for 15 years, and 15 years ago there happened to be a federal special commando team at the border The line disappeared, which led to the failure of the raid mission, and the empire also obtained information about the energy points, and occupied two border energy points one after another, this team...is you."

There was a tense sound from the stringed crossbow, and Aite stared at Luther's every move, not daring to underestimate the young man whose hand had been broken. This was the first time in 15 years that he felt a real crisis.

"You leaked the Federation's intelligence, or did you intend to betray the Federation and become deserters?" Luther stared at Aite's cloudy eyes, a trace of pain in his heart that could not be dispelled.

The weakness of the Federation may have gradually collapsed since then. The commando force 15 years ago was the strongest force behind the scenes of the Federation. The sudden disappearance and betrayal disrupted the revival plan that the Federation had finally prepared.

He was only four or five years old at the time, and he still remembers the distress of his elders about this incident. He didn't believe it was the defection of the commando team, and he still thinks they were sacrificed.

But now, the facts are in front of our eyes, this team has not disappeared, they have survived on a barren planet with their strong survival instincts, speaking with a federal accent, surviving and even trading their dignity with the Queen of Rats, But he was afraid to go back.

"Don't even look at who betrayed who!" Aite shouted angrily, as if he wanted to pour out all the resentment accumulated in his heart, "The major general of Stuart who joined us back then sold us directly to The Empire, the Federation has abandoned us! They even used our family as a threat and killed my whole family, what can we do!"

"Major General of Stuart?" Luther was slightly taken aback, then he understood, and pointed to his face deliberately, "I am from the Stuart family, so does the major general look like me? ?”

Aite was stunned, and seemed to react the next moment, his eyes staring at him became brighter red, and the crossbow bolts under his hand shot out suddenly.

Luther had been prepared for a long time, and pushed Huawen and Angus behind the tree. He picked up the dagger and rolled over the bushes. Hold his clothes.

Even if they used to be commandos, these 15 years are enough to make them useless. Even if Luther is not in peak form, it is easy to attack a group of old and weak soldiers.

When the cold back of the knife strangled Aite's throat, the dwarves knew that they had lost.

Aite was still angry but wanted to resist, Luther directly switched to the blade, leaving a bloodstain on his neck: "Be honest! Listen to me."

"What's there to say! Stuart is the bastard of the Federation! A traitor! He forced us into deserters and made us miserable!" Aite struggled unwillingly, as if he wanted to bite off Luther's neck.

Luther couldn't help frowning, and said in a deep voice: "Although the Stuart family had miscellaneous things 15 years ago, I have cleaned them up now. Besides, the major general you mentioned has never been recognized by our family. He is an illegitimate son, the asshole he did was liquidated ten years ago, if you want to settle the account with him, go underground."

All the dwarves were stunned. The enemy they had been thinking about day and night was already dead.

There was a moment of silence in the air, and even Aite, who was furious, did not move.

"Why are they as if their parents have passed away?" Angus looked at the dwarves suspiciously.

The picture text sighed understandingly: "Some people survived only by hatred. Now that there is no object of hatred, the meaning of living is also gone. The tense breath disappeared. If they didn't If you regain your survival skills, you may die soon."

Aite slumped on the ground weakly, and murmured absentmindedly: "I don't believe it...impossible, that bastard is dead, what's the point of us insisting on it all these years..."

Luther looked down at the group of dejected dwarves, and said flatly: "You will be crushed like this. The Federation really doesn't need a waste like you. If your relatives are still alive, they will be ashamed of you."

"You know what a fart! Shut up! You are not allowed to say that!" Aite beat his chest and feet with red eyes, wondering if being short would affect the mind, and these dwarves became emotional like children.

For a while, the cry spread throughout the woods again. They may have been trapped for too long and became mentally disturbed. Aite cried the most and threw a small stone at Luther, but they were all avoided.

Behind the tree, Huawen and Angus couldn't laugh or cry, Huawen spread his hands helplessly: "Do you think Aite looks like a spoiled child when he makes trouble for no reason? Their minds shrink along with their bodies."

Angus thought about it seriously, shook his head and corrected: "No, according to my experience with Catherine, he is more like a vexatious girlfriend."

The picture text couldn't help thinking about it, and laughed loudly: "Then Luther is a heartless scumbag!"

Angus quickly suppressed a smile and covered his mouth: "Don't tell the truth! The marshal will be angry if he hears it!"

"I've heard it." Luther poked his head out from behind the tree and said coldly.

Huawen cleared his throat, patted his buttocks nonchalantly and stood up: "Sir, are you done? Let's go, let's go back to 'Lionying'."

After all, Luther would not be angry with the painting. If he was teased, let him go. The two of them helped Angus back to the side of the "Lion Eagle" who fell on the Gobi.

In the cockpit, Huawen tried to start it once, and the "Lion Eagle" barely started it again, and the voice was blurred and distorted: [Insufficient energy, unable to move, please connect the energy column...]

Huawen wiped the dust on the control screen and looked at the situation of the "Lion Eagle". It was shockingly bad. Almost all the forts were damaged, the engine was directly burned out, the whole body was cracked and broken, and the mechanical wings were incomplete.

"'Lionying', I'm sorry to make you suffer," Huawen said with some distress, "How much can it be automatically repaired?"

[Can automatically repair the self-destruct function. ]

Huawen was startled, and hurriedly said: "I don't need you to destroy yourself!"

[The "Lion Eagle" has lost its function and is a useless thing. Useless things should be destroyed. ]

"Who said that! Delete this self-destruct function for me! Do you understand?" Huawen patted the joystick, saw that "Lion Eagle" didn't respond, and pulled Lu over: "Sir, tell it not to allow it!" Self-destruct."

Luther touched the control screen of "Lion Eagle" with a dim expression: "It has long stopped listening to me..."

The motionless control screen suddenly flickered, and a green light appeared to scan Luther's now shrunken face. The entire cockpit lit up for a moment, and then gradually went out.

The mechanical male voice, who had been indifferent until now, froze for a moment, with an imperceptible softness: [Welcome... welcome back, Luther...]

"Thank you, 'Griffon'," Luther closed his eyes, and gently stroked the control screen, "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long."

"What's going on?" Before Huawen could understand, Luther regained control authority.

Luther shook his head and didn't explain too much: "Forgive me for my ignorance. Okay, now I'm preparing to refine the black ore and remove the engine of the 'Lion Eagle' together."

Seriously damaged engines need to be repaired the most. With power, everything will be much easier. The parts that need to be replaced can be found on the tarmac in the mine. Although the fighter jets more than ten years ago are out of date, the parts can still be used. of.

After resting for two hours, Angus stayed behind because of his legs and feet. Hua Wen and Luther returned to the mine. Before entering again, Luther had a long ideological struggle. Hairy.

"Sir, don't force it." Huawen was happy to see his tangled appearance, his beautiful blond hair was about to be scratched and exploded, "Maybe if you go in, you will scream when the white mouse jumps on the instep run out."

Luther frowned, pretending to be fierce: "Who said that, Wen, you are more and more slandering people, and you dare to talk to me like that, you are arrogant because of favor, believe it or not..."

"Pet? What pet?" Huawen directly lit the flashlight, and walked in with Angus' map, "Then sir, you can watch the wind outside."

Luther gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, lit the torch with a flint, and hurriedly followed in: "Hey! Use the torch! Be careful of lack of oxygen inside!"

Fortunately, I didn’t meet many white mice along the way. Oh, they should be called black mine rats. I don’t know why they are so white after eating black mines.

"Sir, may I ask, why are you afraid of mice?" Huawen was unloading a combat power distribution box, and there were many useful parts in it.

On the other side, Luther, who was dismantling the wing, only had one hand, and it was quite strenuous but he kept pretending to be relaxed. After the picture asked him, he had the strength to speak: "I am...a physical aversion to mice. .”

"Okay, okay, physical disgust, why?"

"When I was a child, when I was about [-] years old, I was locked up for several months, bitten by the rats in the small dark room, and got the plague, and almost died." Luther said very flatly, as if it was just an insignificant thing.

Huawen stopped what he was doing, and looked up at Luther quietly. He remembered that when Luther was [-] years old, it was exactly a year after Stuart was murdered to usurp power.

Huawen does not have this part of memory. During this time, Vincent was secretly taken away by his mother Belle and hid to recuperate.

What about Luther?

At that time, the entire family was occupied by the illegitimate son who killed his father and usurped the throne. Luther and his sister Catherine must have had a hard time, or it would have been difficult for them to survive.

"Sir... I'm sorry for bringing up your sadness." Huawen whispered apologetically.

Luther shook his head calmly: "It's nothing, there are always bloody changes in big families. Catherine helped me a lot at that time, but in fact, she sacrificed even more. In order to save my life, she married Ann at the age of 14. Gus, fortunately Angus did not let her down, so I was able to survive and go back to power."

"At that time, I was thinking about revenge, so I managed to hold on." Luther swung his left arm, and there was a faint phantom pain at the end of the severed limb. "Looking at those dwarves now, I feel somewhat understandable. What's the point of living if the support is completely gone?"

Huawen suddenly became nervous, stared at Luther, and asked cautiously: "Then sir, do you still have support now?"

"Yes," Luther rolled up his drooping sleeves, and smiled softly, "There is a person, he is my strongest support, for him I gave up the idea of ​​committing suicide, and I have the perseverance to return to the Federation , I feel that life still has a lot of fun, and it is worth spending my whole life."

Huawen gradually heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help asking him: "Who is this person? It's so important to sir."

"He..." Luther paused, glanced sideways at the picture, then turned around embarrassingly, his head dizzy, "Well...you know this person, although you may not remember, but he ..."

"Squeak~"

An inauspicious voice sounded, and Luther was shocked, and hid behind the cabin. Huawen squatted down and picked up a white mouse. Called "Katherine Katherine".

"Hey, why are you here? Get out, you're scaring people." Huawen waved him away, turned around and looked at Luther, who leaned against the back of the cabin and curled up into a ball.

"Why are you so scared?" Huawen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, thinking that he was scared, and walked over to find that Luther's cheeks were abnormally red, and his brows were tightly frowned.

Quickly leaned down and touched Luther's forehead, it was really hot. After removing the bandage on his severed limb, the bleeding wound was already slightly infected.

Luther stood up unsteadily with his forehead supported, and Huawen hurriedly supported his arm, only to see that his eyes were dazed, filled with water vapor, and his fair skin was easily stained with blush. Staring at it, Huawen felt his skin was getting hot.

"Don't...don't stare at me, you have a fever, let's go back first..." Before he finished speaking, an arm wrapped Huawen tightly into his chest from behind, this hot head seemed to be burnt out, Resting on Huawen's shoulder, he muttered vaguely.

"……Vincent……"

Hearing the feeble voice in his ear, Huawen could only comfort him and reached out to touch the soft blond hair on the back of his head, coaxing softly: "Okay, Vincent is Vincent, isn't the person you care about the most? Him?"

Luther's eyes leaning against Hua Wen's ear were clear. He didn't get confused so easily, and his mind was clear. He just wanted to test Wen Wen. He thought the little medical soldier must have remembered something.

However, listening to this tone, no, Wen still doesn't remember that he was the former Vincent.

He buried his head in disappointment, Luther was a little irritable, took the opportunity to hug the thin body even tighter, and said, "It's not Vincent, it's not him, he's a little villain..."

He forgot about me, completely.

"Oh...well..." Huawen murmured and patted the back of Luther's head, feeling a little lost for some reason. It turned out that it wasn't him, so who was the most important person in Luther's heart?